LXX Ivory Towers Gabrielle 2040 There was a demonstration going on in Oxford's city centre. Normally, Gabrielle wouldn't be worried by something like that, but the taxi she was in would have to pass through it and she was concerned for the safety of Ajit, her Chief Farm Manager. Would they notice that he was Pakistani? "Relax," said Ghazi who was also ac...
Greetings, folks. My name is Algoma "Allie" Witashnah and I'm a young Aboriginal woman living in the City of Winnipeg, Manitoba. My father, George is Aboriginal, originally from the Sioux band, and my mother, Beatrice Kensington, is originally from Berkshire, England, but moved to Canada in the 1980s. I am the daughter of two worlds, but fiercely and proudly...
Westerners refuse to learn to properly pronounce Sikh Indian names, that's how a proper Sikh lady like myself got saddled with the nickname Aggie, even though my full name is Agochar Chatwal-Vincent. My first name means "Unfathomable" in the Hindi language. Big name for such a small lady, eh? I'm five-foot-five, with light bronze skin, long black hair and li...
As a tall, handsome young Black man in the lily-white world of BDSM in the Canadian Capital, Kelvin Browne knew from the get-go that he definitely had to assert himself. Too many brothers in that universe allowed themselves to be pigeonholed as bulls, mindless sexual brutes who existed to bang White women in front of their overly excited, and sometimes close...
This story is based on a game "Who Wanna Be a Bimbo" created by Dahakma. I would also like to thank one of my readers whose few ideas have been used in this episode. After the story was done I came up with an idea for an alternative route. Somewhere in the middle there is a fork on the road. The second version as well as the epilogue are at the end, after...
IXThe Good SeedGabrielle2039 Farming is a business like any other. It may also be a vocation, a life-style choice or even one of the few remaining outdoor occupations, but the one thing Gabrielle knew for sure was that farming is a business. Although she had sympathies with the principles of organic farming and rather distrusted Genetic Modification, what...
Over the following years - after much trial and error – I eventually began to master the art of enjoying Jane: I aimed for her to provide maximum stimulation, while avoiding the pitfalls of her being recognised and pressured into providing sex on demand. Our weekends away continued as before, and - as before - with mixed results – sometimes her performances...
"Tell me that I am your goddess," budding dominatrix Jessica-Lynn Coleman (Jesslyn to her friends) said as she watched Stephen Blanchet kneel before her. Sitting on a throne-like chair in her loft located in downtown Ottawa, the curvy, long-haired and deliciously big-bottomed sister looked every bit like the African queen she was born to be. The big and tall...
The sun rose over Ontario, Canada, and I rose with it. I've been living in this place for several years now and even though my passport now says permanent resident of Canada instead of dubious terms like refugee claimant and all that crap, this place still doesn't feel like home. Maybe it's because of the cold, hateful stares I get from random people as I wa...
Mariella Medina, Ph.D., was enraged. The cute-at-first-sight Mexican businesswoman furrowed her rather too broad brow as she shivered in her severely undersewn frilly strapless, backless tube top. Her figure was decent, with a pert pair of sandy-brown breasts over a flattish tummy and slender legs crammed into ludicrous seven-inch heels, probably to mask her...